When Love Actually came out in theaters, I had just turned fifteen years old. My friends and I were slight anglophiles who worshipped accented singers like Robert Smith and Damon Albarn, and watched period pieces after school. The star-studded cast of Richard Curtis ' Christmas film made a screening a no-brainer. Colin Firth? Hugh Grant? Alan Rickman? Emma Thompson? I mean, come on. All the big names. It was mandatory. We had to see it, so we did and boy, did we love it. Sure, some of the plotl…